He pulled his glares down from his forehead. His fists clenched the ski-poles as he bent forward. He pulled out the ski-poles from the snow layer. His eyes were set on the downward slope of the snow-clad mountain.
He stood at the peak of one of them and looked down upon this white world dotted with dark green trees.
He thrust the ski-poles back into snow and pulled himself ahead. He descended smoothly and rapidly down the slope like a river that originates somewhere in mountains like these.
Fragments of snow flew in the air as he swooshed down the mountains. As he was going down the slopes, his excitement was taking a new high altogether...